ILLUSTRATIONS BY
Celia Krampien
GREENWILLOW BOOKS
An Imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers
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This book is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locales are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity, and are used to advance the fictional narrative. All other characters, and all incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Coo Text copyright © 2020 by Kaela Noel Illustrations copyright © 2020 by Celia Krampien All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Printed in the United States of America. For information address HarperCollins Children’s Books, a division of HarperCollins Publishers, 195 Broadway, New York, NY 10007. www.harpercollinschildrens.com The text of this book is set in 13-point Sabon MT. Book design by Paul Zakris Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Names: Noel, Kaela, author. Title: Coo / by Kaela Noel. Description: First edition. | New York : Greenwillow Books, an Imprint of HarperCollins Publishers, [2020] | Audience: Ages 8–12. | Audience: Grades 4–6. | Summary: “Coo, a ten-year-old girl raised by a flock of pigeons, delights in finally making human contact, but quickly learns that our world is more cruel and complicated than she could have guessed”— Provided by publisher. Identifiers: LCCN 2019041823 | ISBN 9780062955975 (hardcover) | ISBN 9780062955999 (epub) Subjects: CYAC: Human-animal relationships—Fiction. | Pigeons—Fiction. | Abandoned children—Fiction. | City and town life—Fiction. Classification: LCC PZ7.1.N628 Coo 2020 | DDC [Fic]—dc23 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2019041823 20 21 22 23 24 PC/LSCH 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 First Edition
Greenwillow Books
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For Alice Peach
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Contents Chapter One Roof 1 Chapter Two Hawk 14 Chapter Three Ground 28 Chapter Four Officers 48 Chapter Five Hunger 61 Chapter Six Snow 70 Chapter Seven Tully’s Home 83 Chapter Eight Goodwill 101 Chapter Nine Pigeons Leave, Flock Stays 113 Chapter Ten Food Bazaar 123 Chapter Eleven Sick 139 Chapter Twelve Aggie 152 Chapter Thirteen Pigeons Should Have a Merry Christmas, Too 166 Chapter Fourteen A Christmas Card 186
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Chapter Fifteen Aggie’s Apartment 198 Chapter Sixteen Feeding Pigeons Is Not Illegal, Sir! 213 Chapter Seventeen No One Counts Pigeons 231 Chapter Eighteen Pigeon Roof 241 Chapter Nineteen Lucia 256 Chapter Twenty The Flock in Peril 271 Chapter Twenty-One The Pigeon Hospital 286 Chapter Twenty-Two Roohoo 303 Chapter Twenty-Three Bread, Peanut Butter, and Flowery Shampoo 332 Chapter Twenty-Four The Taxi Ride 343 Chapter Twenty-Five Escape 355 Chapter Twenty-Six No Dumpsters in the Woods 373 Chapter Twenty-Seven Healing 382 Chapter Twenty-Eight Surprise 392
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Once Upon a Time
April breezes, warm and mild as clean laundry, fluttered across the dark rail yard. The trains rested on their hushed tracks. In an hour dawn would break and the Monday-morning commute would begin. For now no people were about, not even the workers in big helmets and neon vests who tended the yard overnight. The pigeons who lived on the roof of the ix
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abandoned factory beside the yard were deep in slumber, too. All but one. A charcoal-dark yearling with a white stripe across his wings couldn’t sleep. Instead he roamed around the alley that ran next to the factory, peering up at the small hut that glowed there. Sometimes things came flying from the hut’s windows. Candy bar wrappers, banana peels, old newspapers. And food. Inside, the night watchman munched on a strawberry glazed from Donut Time, the shop around the corner. On the tiny television screen perched on his desk, a weather reporter pointed to green and red radar clouds of rain on their way to the city. Reception was terrible, and the picture kept going gray. The donut was stale. Teetering atop the TV, the watchman’s coffee maker hissed and dripped. Hardly anyone came into the factory yard x
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through the back alley. Most nights the guard dozed, only sputtering awake when his walkietalkie crackled with chatter from the rail yard crews. The messages were never for him. The weather report ended and a news segment about the dangers of sugar began. The guard stopped chewing to look down at his belly. He slid open the tiny window over his shoulder and tossed the strawberry donut into the darkness. Eyes tugging shut, he sighed, and soon even the coffee pot’s beep as it finished brewing wasn’t enough to wake him. The pigeon with the bright white stripe was still nibbling the pink donut when a young woman holding a small, tightly wrapped bundle came to stand at the bend where the alley led out to the street. He paused, a crumb of glaze in his beak. One of the first things a pigeon xi
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learned was how to act around humans. When one came near, you scuttled away, unless it had food. Even then, you kept your distance. Humans were unpredictable. Like this one. He watched as she tiptoed closer, walking far more softly than humans usually did, and placed the bundle on the step of the watchman’s hut. She exhaled a sharp breath. Then she briskly disappeared the way she had come, melting into the deep shadows. Cautiously, the pigeon stepped over to the bundle. It was larger than a loaf of bread and wrapped up in cloth. He had never seen anything like it left in the alley before. Hopping up on the bundle, he looked in. He flapped back in shock. A tiny human lay in the blankets. Drowsily she waved her little fists. One nearly knocked the pigeon over, but he dodged it and came closer. The baby’s eyes were squeezed shut and her nose wiggled. xii
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The pigeon knew for sure that big humans never left tiny humans alone. All squabs needed care. Something was very wrong. Nestled in her warm bundle, calm in the early morning shadows, the baby blinked open her eyes. Above her was the purplish morning sky. Her eyes were too new to focus on the faint stars scattered in their spring constellations. A train screeched lightly in the distance and she flinched. But she didn’t cry. She flexed her plump fingers and waited. While the guard dozed in ignorance, and her mother’s footsteps faded into silence, one of the strangest, most miraculous, most uncanny events in city history unfolded in the little alley beside the rail yard. The pigeon stared into the face of the baby. The baby stared back at the pigeon. The pigeon zoomed up to the dovecote on the roof where his flock slept and woke them. xiii
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Not everyone thought his plan was a good one, but some of them were curious enough to skim down to see what he meant. An abandoned human squab—strange indeed. As a dozen birds scrutinized her, the baby’s eyes widened. Then she smiled. “Rain soon,” said Burr, the pigeon with the white-striped wing. He could smell it in the air. “Needs shelter, squab.” “True,” a burly pigeon named Hoop said. “Bad for squabs, rain.” “Lift squab up, us,” Burr said. “Take her to dovecote, us.” The others hesitated. “Right, Burr is,” said Pim, a very old bird. “Needs care. Hurry.” While the baby turned her small head every which way to look, twelve pigeons nicked their beaks into her bundle. Some grasped her wool shawl; others the soft pink blanket sandwiched beneath; two or three managed to hook into the cotton romper xiv
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she wore snugly snapped against her body. The pigeons began to flap their wings, soothing as a swaying cradle. Faster and faster they flapped. Loose feathers spiraled into the darkness. They flapped still harder. A warm breeze tumbled down the alley, tickling the weeds as it went. When it reached the birds, it pushed under their wings. The baby’s swaddling tight in their beaks, the wind whistling through their feathers, the pigeons lifted off. In his hut, the dozing night watchman stirred. What was that rustling? He stood up, scattering donut crumbs from his lap and knocking an empty coffee mug to the floor. Outside, the pigeons startled at the noise. One lost grip of the shawl in his beak, and the bundle shuddered. Burr flapped his wings faster. Never had he flown so hard. xv
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The birds recovered. Hoisting the bundle in spurts and staggers, they heaved above the watchman’s hut, over the chain-link fence, up and up and up. The pigeons steered a few feet to the left and landed on the roof outside the doorway of their cozy dovecote. The baby opened her eyes and looked around at her new home.
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Chapter One
Roof
Every day for Coo and her flock began the same. Even the day when everything changed. Coo woke when the sun rose, crawled from her nest of newspaper on the dovecote’s floor into the brightness of the roof, and looked over her collection of plastic bags. She liked to put on a new outfit in the morning, something the pigeons didn’t understand at all. Her hands brushed against a red bag she loved and she sighed. Like many of 1
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the others, it was painfully small now. Instead, she stuck her feet into the holes she’d ripped in the bottom of a large yellow bag, shimmied her arms through the handles, and padded it out with some newspaper. Freshly dressed, she picked over the pigeons’ morning haul of dumpster food for the leastsmashed donut and settled down to nibble her breakfast while she watched the trains slide along their tracks in the ragged brown field below. Beyond, hazy in the distance, were trees and fences and a hodgepodge of big and small buildings packed together. She watched the tiny figures of other birds, ones she didn’t know, glide in the sun between the jumbled rooftops. The air was cold and smelled clean, like autumn. A frigid rain had fallen overnight. She wiggled her chilly toes and added more newspaper into her plastic-bag booties. It was getting to be the time of year when it would take even more layers of padding to stay warm. Hoop and Ka had already 2
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started foraging for the newsprint she’d need and grabbing extra bags for her whenever they found them. Small piles were growing in the back of Coo’s nest, the bags sorted carefully by color, but she needed more of both to get through the winter. She wanted more newspapers for other reasons, too. For years she’d liked looking at the pictures in them, but now Coo pored over them with an interest that felt like hunger, even though she had long ago learned you couldn’t eat paper. She liked looking at pictures of faces—human faces. She collected her favorites and kept them far in the back of the dovecote, safe from the wind and rain. From inside her romper she pulled out the clump of papers Ka had dragged up for her that morning. Mostly the paper was covered with gray scratch marks, but there was one big black-and-white picture in the middle. Coo stuffed more donut in her mouth, then smoothed the paper out. A face. Not a pigeon face. A human face. Eyes, 3
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nose, ears. The face was making a frown, and Coo copied it, feeling her lips turn down. “Human,” she said, and pointed to it. “See, Burr?” Coo spoke the pigeon’s language—the only language she knew. Burr perched on her knee, pecking at fallen crumbs. He was an old, slim bird the color of the roof when it was wet, with a bright white stripe across his wings. The stripe was beautiful but also dangerous. It made him easy for hawks to spot. Not that Coo really worried about it. Hawks never hunted pigeons when she was nearby. “Doing what, human?” Coo asked. Burr didn’t know. The pigeons never knew much about the pictures in the paper. Coo felt a pang. That feeling of hunger returned. It was not in her stomach. It came from somewhere else, somewhere much harder to understand. The flock was milling about the roof. New Tiktik, a bright-eyed yearling, was cleaning her speckled gray feathers in the crisp, rain-scrubbed 4
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sunshine. Ever-grumpy Roohoo hunched in a ball of purplish-red feathers on the roof ledge nearby. As usual, he was unpigeonishly alone. Other pigeons swooped overhead and pecked the weeds around the dovecote doorway. Old Tiktik, one of the oldest in the flock besides Burr, sipped water from a puddle. Coo dropped the paper and went to stare into the puddle. Round, broad, and bare, and ringed with matted yellow-brown hair. Big eyes. No feathers at all. She opened her mouth and so did the rippling picture in the water. A big dark O. Coo looked up from the puddle and over the roof edge. A human dressed in neon orange was walking along the crisscrossing tracks. For years Coo had hidden when she saw humans down below, but recently she’d become more curious— and brave. She leaned over the raised ledge of the roof and studied the shape of its face. Yes, it was definitely 5
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like the faces on the newsprint, and the face she saw when she looked into puddles. Her face. She popped the last chunk of donut into her mouth and ran her sticky fingers over her nose and lips and cheeks. Although she’d almost always known she was not like the birds, for years she didn’t care. Not anymore. Now she wondered and worried about the ways she was different. Her family had feathers; she had skin and hair. They had hard beaks; she had a soft nose. They could fly; she could jump and walk, but no matter how much she flapped her arms, so far they’d never lifted her from the ground for more than a moment. The loneliest feeling in the world was watching the flock take off and being left behind all alone on the roof. Coo longed to fly. Coo often asked Burr why she couldn’t. But why wasn’t something that interested her flock much. Coo wondered about why all the time. She asked 6
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again, and Burr answered as he always did. “Human, you. Like the healer.” Burr meant the plump human who plodded down the alley most afternoons to scatter seed and bread for the flock, and who also, mysteriously, sometimes scooped up sick birds and returned them many days later, all well. “Can’t fly, humans? Ever? Why?” Coo asked, even though she knew he didn’t know. Burr couldn’t answer every one of Coo’s questions, but he could travel all over the world beyond the roof without getting lost, live through winter in just his feathers without ever getting cold, and forage grub all year long. Coo couldn’t do any of that. She relied on the pigeons to bring her food to eat. She’d never been down from the roof since she was an infant, not once, though she had attempted it, in fits and starts, a few times. The truth was she was afraid of the ground. The very thought of walking around in the world she peered down upon, the one the birds flew over effortlessly, made her shiver. 7
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If only she could fly. It came up every so often. Mostly only the younger pigeons who didn’t know better mentioned it, especially the curious ones like New Tiktik. “Fly yet, you?” New Tiktik asked over and over when she was still a newly feathered squab, not noticing how it made Coo turn warm and blush. Blushing—feeling embarrassed—was a human thing. “Never fly, her,” huffed Roohoo the last time New Tiktik had asked. “Look—no wings. No feathers. Not a bird! Flying? Humans? Never! Kick pigeons, them. Watch out, all. Kick, Coo. Ouch!” Coo had glowered at that but said nothing. She would never kick a pigeon and Roohoo knew it, but it was best not to argue with him. He was the cleverest bird in the flock, and the most stubborn. It was impossible to win an argument with him. Scooping Burr onto her shoulder, Coo wandered 8
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away from the roof’s edge, and from the puddle and its puzzles. The roof was a broad and bumpy square. It was Coo’s whole world. Once, long ago, before her time with the flock, someone had painted it silver, but most of the silver had since flaked off, revealing grayish-black tar beneath. In the cracks of the tar grew plants that rose green and leggy each spring, bloomed in many colors in the summer, and then turned brown and died each fall. One side of the building ran along a street, beyond which was an abandoned lot dense with weeds. Cars—those big, pigeon-squashing monsters, only spoken of in hushed tones—seldom traveled it, but Coo avoided that side of the roof anyway, sticking to the two sides that bordered the rail yard and the one that ran along the alley. On that side sat the most important part of Coo’s home. The dovecote. It was a round, stout little building a bit taller 9
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than Coo herself and wide enough for her to lay down inside. It had a small open doorway and a pitched roof, and was packed with shelves of nesting boxes for the flock and a many-layered floor of feathers and newspaper for Coo. Its whitish-gray paint was flaking and streaked brown with age. Coo never really thought about where the dovecote had come from any more than she thought about the roof itself or the other things on it. Long before her time, some human had built it. The flock had a dim knowledge of this: a human who made pigeons race one another, and fed them, and then disappeared. But that was many years ago, a dozen or more murky generations of pigeon memories. The flock had long since turned wild. That morning Coo padded across the roof, passing what had been her favorite clump of summer wildflowers, their bright pink blooms now drooping gray. She sat in the slight shadow their stalks made. Here was her collection of pebbles, sticks, 10
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and piles of leaves, carefully arranged in groups. She was playing a long-running game of Find Food with whatever pigeons she could snag for her pretend flights. She dashed back and forth flapping her arms like wings, looking for pretend bagels, donuts, and fruit under the cracked red plastic chair that sat by the dovecote. Pigeons didn’t play that way on their own, and their confusion always slowed down the game. She was scooping up pretend donuts that were really rocks and handing them to Burr—Burr was always patient about standing where she told him and doing what she said, even if he never really understood the point—when Roohoo appeared. “No sense, you.” He landed next to a brownish speckled leaf that was really a pretend banana. Coo had long since stopped trying to rope Roohoo into her games, but he still watched, carefully observing so he could criticize her. “No sense, no skills,” he sniffed. 11
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“Not true,” said Burr. “Hush, Roohoo. Coo helps. Has skills, her. Know this, you.” These were Coo’s skills: her thin, wiggly fingers plucked gum from feathers and glass shards from toes. She chased eggs that rolled from nests and put them back so they would hatch, and rescued the squabs who tried to fly too soon and fell squeaking onto the floor of the dovecote. With her sharp nails she quickly tore open the plastic sacks of bread the pigeons had learned to fetch, two birds to a bag, and heave back to the roof. She could even stuff leaves and bits of newspaper into holes and cracks to fix the leaks that sprung in the roof of the dovecote. She kept the roof and dovecote tidy, too, cleaning up the newsprint full of pigeon droppings and the plastic bags she used for the toilet. Best of all, Coo could scare hawks. Before Coo, the roof had been to the hawks what the dumpster was to the pigeons. There was no tastier snack to a hawk than a plump, 12
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trash-fattened pigeon. The hawks had grazed on the roof regularly, coasting slow and silent overhead while Coo’s flock huddled in shivering terror inside the dovecote. But since she’d grown large enough to run and screech, no hawk had bothered the flock. Nothing made Coo prouder than that. “Smart, me,” Coo muttered to Roohoo. She plopped down beside a pile of teeny-tiny gray pebbles that were pretend bagels. “Scare hawks, me.” “So far,” said Roohoo. Coo ignored him, and he swooped up into the air and went back to the dovecote.
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Chapter Two
Hawk
Coo was sorting three pretend pink donuts and was just starting to get tired of playing when the warning cry went up from the flock. Coo leaped to her feet and scanned the sky. There it was. Broad wings speckled brown and white, a fan of red tail feathers, flying quicker than a piece of litter in the wind: a hawk. Coo stood up and yelped. Burr fluttered toward the dovecote, joining the 14
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pigeons who raced into the doorway from every direction. The hawk was right behind. “Away!” Coo ran across the roof with her arms spread wide. It was harder to run when it got colder. The plastic-bag booties she wore on her feet were slippery, even on the rough surface of the roof. “Go, hawk!” Her yell always made hawks arc away into the wide blue sky. Almost always. This hawk was very hungry. Ignoring her, it dove into the panicked stream of pigeons funneling toward the dovecote door. The pigeons scattered, and the hawk appeared with a captive flailing between its talons. A bird as dark gray as a summer rain cloud with a white stripe across its wings. Burr! “No!” Coo zoomed toward Burr. The wind roared in her ears, and a sudden gust pushed itself 15
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behind her and across the roof. Glossy brown feathers rippling, the hawk braced against it, unable to swoop up through the wall of air. Coo punched it square in the chest. Its claws opened, and Burr thudded to the roof. “Go!” Coo screamed at the hawk. “Go!” The hawk’s sharp, small, smart eyes met Coo’s. The wind shifted. The hawk screeched once and took off. “Gone, hawk!” Coo leaped in the air and for a moment felt the wind tickle against the plastic soles of her feet—an almost-flying feeling. But her triumph fizzed out like air from one of the miraculous balloons that sometimes snagged on the roof. Burr lay where the hawk had dropped him, and he wasn’t moving. Coo fell to her knees and bundled Burr into her arms. He gasped in shallow, rapid bursts. “Hurt, you?” Coo’s heart rocked against her ribs. Other pigeons had been injured like this, or worse, but 16
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not one she loved like Burr. Not Burr. “Speak, you! Speak!” Burr bleated faintly. “Left wing. Broken, maybe.” “Be still, you,” Coo said, trying hard to stop shaking. “Help you, me? How?” Burr was silent, breathing heavily, but New Tiktik landed on Coo’s shoulder and said, “The healer. Ground. Bring Burr, you.” All those lucky birds the healer fixed in the past had been injured on the ground. The healer clucked in a way that made no sense, bundled the wounded ones into a box she carried, and took them away. Days chilled and warmed, moons shrank and grew. Coo inched taller and needed bigger plastic bags to wear. Time passed, but often the hurt birds returned to the flock, all better. Like Hoop. When Coo had been much smaller, Hoop had snagged her foot on the alley’s fence, cutting it so badly she could not walk. But the healer found her and took her away. One day 17
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Hoop came back and her foot was just like new. How did the healer do it? Coo had asked Hoop many times how she’d been healed, and where she had been while she was away, but her explanations were hopelessly vague. There wasn’t time to pester Hoop again for answers. “Up here, us,” Coo said to New Tiktik. “Down there, healer. Me? Always up here.” “No.” Burr’s whole body shuddered as he spoke. “Long ago. Small you. Remember?” Coo shivered. The one part of her own story she didn’t like remembering was the very beginning, the time when she’d been down on the ground, away from the safety of the roof and the flock, before the pigeons had rescued her. “Go down now, you,” New Tiktik said. “How?” Coo asked. “How now? Can’t fly, me. Down, how?” But Coo already knew how. Clinging to the side of the building was a strange stack of thin metal 18
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slats that zigzagged all the way to the ground. A fire escape. Over the years, driven by hunger and curiosity, Coo had lowered herself onto it a few times and even shimmied down some of the stairs. Each time, the slats had shook under her feet like winter-brittle twigs and spooked her into scrambling back onto the roof’s solid ground. She had long ago decided that the roof was home, her whole world, and since she couldn’t fly, everything beyond it was unnecessary. Almost. She looked at Burr and his sickeningly bent wing. Pigeons injured on the roof never got better. Their feathers turned dull and their skin loosened against their bones, even as Coo fed them and kept them warm. The other pigeons in the flock avoided them as they got weaker and weaker, nudging sick ones from the flock as pigeons did, until it was 19
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only Coo who paid attention. She nursed them day and night. But the first cold snap always sucked the breath from their beaks and they died. It had happened to Mop, to Pip, to Tiwoo. Pigeons didn’t think of one another as particularly special—the flock mattered more than any of its individual members—but Coo did. She couldn’t help it. And Burr was most special of all. Coo sat on her knees in the dovecote doorway, rocking him in her arms. He was the one who had found her, who had recognized her and brought her to her family. “Okay, me,” whispered Burr. “Don’t worry, you.” “Hush,” Coo muttered back. “Help you, me. Somehow.” She tucked Burr into the darkest, safest part of the dovecote, forcing herself to ignore how some of the others were already inching away from him, and then went to look at the fire escape. “Go on, you. Don’t need wings.” 20
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It was New Tiktik. She was a little bit different from the others, like Burr. She made two quick swooping loops around Coo and settled on her shoulder. “Scary,” Coo whispered. “Scared, you? Why? Chase hawks, you! Not scary.” “Chased bad today, me.” The ground loomed far below, as far away as a future where Burr survived. But Coo had to get there. Somehow. “Go on, you,” New Tiktik said. “Try.” Coo went back to the dovecote and found Burr. His breathing was raspy and shallow. “P-pain.” The old bird shivered. “Much pain now.” The other pigeons looked on, curious but distant, as Coo found a clean plastic bag and a pile of leaves and made a soft pouch for Burr. Hands trembling, she tucked him in and tied the bag snugly around her chest. 21
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“Down to the ground, me.” The flock murmured in surprise. “How?” asked Hoop. Coo pointed with a shaky finger to the fire escape. Only the warm softness of Burr against her chest calmed her as she tiptoed to the edge. The rest of the flock followed, hovering around her, curious. “Belongs on the ground, her,” said Roohoo. “Human, she is. Hurry up, Coo.” Coo ignored him and dangled both legs over the roof’s ledge. “Dangerous, this.” Old Tiktik bobbed toward her. “Ground? Coo? No. Can’t fly, you.” “Climb down, me,” Coo said, though the word climb was an awkward one in pigeon. Birds did not climb anywhere, up or down. Coo had no word for what she meant to describe. She said something closer to “hop a lot” and hoped it made sense. “Wait.” Panting, Burr pushed his head out of the pouch. “Right, Old Tiktik. Dangerous, Coo. 22
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Stay with flock, you. Part of life, dying.” He took a deep breath. “Not worth it, me.” “No!” gasped Coo. How could Burr think he wasn’t worth saving? “Flock is safest,” said Hem. “No wings, you. Stay up here.” “Stay up here, me?” said Coo. “Hurt, Burr. Die, him!” “Nimble, Coo!” said New Tiktik. “Safe, her. Go down, Coo.” Coo felt like she did when she spun in circles too many times. Dizzy. But New Tiktik’s confidence gave her a burst of courage. And Burr didn’t know what he was talking about. She was sure of that. The pain was making him confused. She stretched and stretched her right leg until her toes brushed the slats of the fire escape. She inched her right foot down. She swung her left foot down beside it. The whole sky was at her back. For a moment, the shiver she felt was excitement. She’d spent 23
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every day and night of all the seasons she’d ever known in one small, flat place, wondering more and more about what was beyond. Especially about the others, the ones who looked like her—the humans. The shiver came back, fiercer now. Her fear festered like a moldy bagel in the pit of her stomach, but seeping around that feeling was curiosity. She began to inch along the fire escape, slat by slat, scooting down on her behind. The rusty metal was very cold through the thin plastic of her romper. One flight down, she ripped the slippery plastic bags off her feet and let them drift away. The metal was frigid, but she felt more stable. At the landing she shut her eyes and stopped. “Keep going, you!” said New Tiktik, swooping around her. Other flock members floated down, too, hopping from rail to rail, watching. She didn’t dare look into the pouch at Burr. One more word from him about dying and Coo thought she would crumble right off the side. 24
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“Rescue you again, we can’t,” grumbled Roohoo when she paused for a very long time, covering her face with her hands. “Too big now, you. Keep moving! Scared, you?” “No,” Coo spat in Roohoo’s direction. “Not scared, me.” For the next few minutes, she forced herself to look at the side of the building a foot or two away. All the way down were chilly holes, damp and dark as nighttime. Some were covered in warped planks and others in smooth, solid planes of what looked like ice, while others were open to the air. “Windows,” Roohoo said, plopping down next to her as she stared. “Trick birds, them. Smash! Hurt!” Coo didn’t like to think of birds crashing into windows. She peered into them and then inched on, full of wonder. How had she never thought about what was below the roof, what she couldn’t see? How had she never thought about what was inside the other buildings nearby? Was there food 25
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inside them? Other people? The pigeons never talked about what was inside things, or under them. Even at her hungriest times, Coo had never stopped to think, either. Now she was startled. She reached the last flight of stairs, and when she dared to look down, the gray ribbon on the ground below had transformed into a splatter of individual stones. The green-brown fuzz of the shrubs was now sticks and leaves that looked just like the plants that grew on the roof. Surprised, Coo paused. But of course the ground looked different as you got nearer to it, just as a pigeon grew bigger and more detailed as it flew closer to you. Coo teetered on the last landing. The stairs became, confusingly, a rack of metal bars that didn’t reach all the way to the ground. Coo puzzled over this for a long time. “Hurry, you,” said New Tiktik. “Here soon, healer.” Coo swung her body over the side. The ladder lurched. Coo held on as it screeched downward, 26
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finally coming to a stop a few feet above the ground. She took a deep breath and jumped. She landed with a hard bounce on a thicket of weeds and twigs, staggered once, and caught her balance. Then she crouched and looked around. The side of Coo’s building rose high above. From the roof the fence was just a thin gray line, but now it was a barrier that reached terrifyingly far over her head. Coo tilted her head back until her neck pinched, but she still couldn’t take everything in. Her heart began to pound. Beyond the impossibly high fence was an area covered in small rocks, and beyond that, the other building. The sky was just a scrap of blue between the two brick walls. It was the tiniest sky she’d ever seen. Looking at it, she felt like throwing up. “Ground’s different, huh?” New Tiktik circled Coo in excited laps. Coo couldn’t find her voice to reply. With every bone in her body, all she wanted was to bolt back up the fire escape to home. 27
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